c r a z y/h o r s e
I miss the crazy;
the n u m b e r s
clamored in static-
aligned with
the cerebral ghost.
It scratched
It gnawed.
It screeched.
It spoke
through the dots
scattered
in
silence.
I miss the crazy;
the l e t t e r s
fade behind images-
aligned with
the cerebral ghost.
It was blameless.
It was thoughtless.
It was limitless.
It spoke
through the dots
scattered
in
silence.
These n u m b e r s
and
l e t t e r s
fill my corpse,
left to the mercy
of the Senseless.
Dec 27, 2013
Dec 27, 2013 at 8:30 PM UTC
It started with the writing desk,
my friends:
the Green Wolf
the White Tiger
and
the Black Horse.
I huddled in the claw tub;
thinking of familiar faces
within
the
f u r r o w;
how I adored them
smiling back at me.
I spoke to my father in the mirage;
my reflection stared back at me
his lips mirrored
my own
with
r i d d l e s.
I spoke to my mother in the mirage;
my reflection stared back at me
her lips mirrored
my own
with
a n s w e r s.
The water
r i s e s
from the spring;
b
u
r
n
i
n
g
the withering shadow
drowning
in the claw tub.
The water
d r a i n s
from the body
c
h
i
l
&n
Oct 15, 2013
Oct 15, 2013 at 6:35 PM UTC
Behind the glass
there are
b
r
o
k
e
n
clocks.
Reflections of a foolish,
s
i
c
k
girl.
Trapped in an adult body,
the Artist l i n g e r s
beneath her mother's eyes;
c
a
p
t
i
v
e
of
i m a g i n a t i o n.
Caught inside the vicarious film
outside of r e a l i t y;
you were my favorite drama
e
m
b
e
l
l
Oct 15, 2013
Oct 15, 2013 at 4:07 PM UTC